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Sep. 27, 1993: Reviews:Music
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
Sep. 27, 1993 Attack Of The Video Games
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEWS, Page 88
Music
Childe Virgil in Operaland
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<p>By MICHAEL WALSH
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<l>TITLE: Lord Byron</l>
<l>COMPOSER: Virgil Thomson</l>
<l>LABEL: Koch International Classics</l>
</qt>
<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: Thomson's cheery, uncomplicated score is at
odds with the poet's flamboyant life and works.
</p>
<p> Virgil Thomson was a first-rate music critic, able author, brilliant
dinner-party conversationalist and world-class gadfly, but he
wasn't much of a composer -- which is, alas, primarily how he
thought of himself. Turning his back on nearly every major compositional
technique of the 20th century, with the notable exception of
pastiche, Thomson wrote archly naive, perversely wholesome music
-- tonal, uncomplicated and almost completely unmemorable.
</p>
<p> Thomson's creative reputation today rests primarily on his operas
-- notably the groundbreaking 1928 Four Saints in Three Acts,
to a libretto by Gertrude Stein, and The Mother of Us All (1947)
-- as well as on the 1928 Symphony on a Hymn Tune and the film
score The Plow That Broke the Plains (1936). But the work that
has long intrigued Thomson's admirers is his last opera, Lord
Byron, which premiered at the Juilliard School in 1972.
</p>
<p> The Dada classic Four Saints hangs onto the fringe of the repertoire
by virtue of its pigeons-on-the-grass-alas text by Stein and
Thomson's proto-minimalist, oompah-pah score. Even so modest
a renown is likely to elude Lord Byron, just given a handsome
first recording by conductor James Bolle leading the Monadnock
Festival Orchestra and a cast of mostly unknowns.
</p>
<p> Probably no opera could do justice to its subject's tempestuous
36 years. Jack Larson's static libretto focuses in flashback
on Byron's eccentric amatory escapades; the action is framed
by the efforts of Byron's friends to win him a place in Poets'
Corner. Of his more dramatic travels, battles and death at Missolonghi
there is scarcely a word. Such a conception might have worked
had Thomson been a composer of passion and power, had he been
able to write music commensurate with Byron's words and deeds
-- had he been, in short, the Verdi of Otello or the Berg of
Wozzeck. But he wasn't. (The score, which incongruously quotes
both Did You Ever See a Lassie and Believe Me If All Those Endearing
Young Charms, is like The Rake's Progress without the wrong
notes.) And so there Lord Byron sits, as fresh, buoyant and
uncomplicated as a summer day in the composer's native Kansas
City. But not nearly as up to date.
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